Our world’s history is written in the dirt: the most stable thing made of
the most temporal.

Under pressure, dirt forms the ground we walk on. Shaped by human hands, it builds the bricks we use to frame our lives. Swept up into the air, it becomes atmospheric, covering every surface without discrimination. Dirt turns to dust.

No honest craftsman or maker knows in the process of working whether he is making or creating…The ﬁrst, the second, and the last reality for him is the work itself, the very process of working. The process takes precedence over its result, if only because the latter is impossible without the former.Joseph Brodsky, Nobel laureate poet

We explore ideas through the
articulation
of smaller compositions: jewelry,
hardware, furniture, poetry, and film –
the intimacy of things held in our
hands,
things that hold our bodies
and thoughts.